Whew! What a weekend. There are many parts of the trip that we won't be able to explain in words, but I'll attempt to fill you in with a few details.
The goal: Travel to Ho, the capital of the Volta Region. Sleep in Ho, travel onward to Hohoe (ho-hoy) to hike the Wli waterfall and explore the monkey sanctuary.
Side note: This post is partially dedicated to our dear pal Ludacris. If not for his late 90s/early 2000s hit 'You's a Hoe' our minds would not be polluted as we ventured to Ho and Hohoe. This one's for you, Ludacris.
OK, back to our adventure. After a 7, 8, or 9 hour bus ride (after a certain point I stop counting) that was supposed to average 4 hours, we arrived in Ho. We found our way to a hotel and checked into a room large enough for the three of us (so our reception man said). We were starving and grabbed some fried rice at their restaurant (sooo much fried rice here). Then we were escorted to our room and found (to our surprise) one large, very large, bed with three pillows. Oh yea, it wasn't a hotel after all. It was a bed and breakfast. Oops. Now their view of Americans must be rrreeeallllyy convoluted. Sorry Americans!
So after tucking in tight and spreading as far apart from each other as possible (eww cooties!) we tried to fall asleep. Except there was one small problem: our room had air conditioning. This has become a luxury for us. Unbeknownst to me, both Matt and David were also lying awake shivering. This went on for an hour or so until Matt finally sat up and said "I'm freezing!" at which point David and I both sighed and agreed and we shut off the air. Ahhh...much better...90 degrees with a chance of 80% humidity. We can't wait to get back to Altanta - I might have to bust out the Uggs!
And well, since it turned out to be a bed and breakfast, we all enjoyed a nice (free) breakfast the next morning. They even cut the crust off our toast (but not by request). And I got sooo close to tasting coffee on my lips, but alas it was only instant and well, if you know anything about me, instant coffee just will not do. I'd rather starve.
Upon leaving our quaint lodging experience we arrived in the town Hohoe and traveled another few miles to the Wli falls. We grabbed another interesting accomodation (only a photo can describe this one) and set about on our hike. For the sake of your eyes and my typing fingers, I'll save the hike story for another day. At the end, after the mud, tears, and sweat, we were famished. Here's when we joined the rest of our crew - Bilal and Maryam and a new friend from Australia named Natalie - and dined at the restaurant at their lodge.
We spotted it instantly: Macaroni n Cheese. Insert oooohhhhs and aaahhhhs here. After a week of rice and bread (not that we don't love rice and bread) we couldn't resist the chance to chow down on some good ol Mac N Cheese.
Bring on the Velveeta!
Bring on the Kraft!
Oh no...it was much better than that. It was fresh. It was homemade. The chicken on the side of the road had probably been snapped and de-feathered as we waited. And the best part: the macaroni was baked. Utter perfection. Lightly crispy on top with just the hint of brown from the oven. Amazing. The end.
Our fabulous meal was followed by dessert, bedtime, and then another adventure to the Monkey Sanctuary and home. We'll just stick to the topics in the title for now and save the rest of these details for other posts.... but enjoy some photos as you wait in eager anticipation:
The goal: Travel to Ho, the capital of the Volta Region. Sleep in Ho, travel onward to Hohoe (ho-hoy) to hike the Wli waterfall and explore the monkey sanctuary.
Side note: This post is partially dedicated to our dear pal Ludacris. If not for his late 90s/early 2000s hit 'You's a Hoe' our minds would not be polluted as we ventured to Ho and Hohoe. This one's for you, Ludacris.
OK, back to our adventure. After a 7, 8, or 9 hour bus ride (after a certain point I stop counting) that was supposed to average 4 hours, we arrived in Ho. We found our way to a hotel and checked into a room large enough for the three of us (so our reception man said). We were starving and grabbed some fried rice at their restaurant (sooo much fried rice here). Then we were escorted to our room and found (to our surprise) one large, very large, bed with three pillows. Oh yea, it wasn't a hotel after all. It was a bed and breakfast. Oops. Now their view of Americans must be rrreeeallllyy convoluted. Sorry Americans!
So after tucking in tight and spreading as far apart from each other as possible (eww cooties!) we tried to fall asleep. Except there was one small problem: our room had air conditioning. This has become a luxury for us. Unbeknownst to me, both Matt and David were also lying awake shivering. This went on for an hour or so until Matt finally sat up and said "I'm freezing!" at which point David and I both sighed and agreed and we shut off the air. Ahhh...much better...90 degrees with a chance of 80% humidity. We can't wait to get back to Altanta - I might have to bust out the Uggs!
And well, since it turned out to be a bed and breakfast, we all enjoyed a nice (free) breakfast the next morning. They even cut the crust off our toast (but not by request). And I got sooo close to tasting coffee on my lips, but alas it was only instant and well, if you know anything about me, instant coffee just will not do. I'd rather starve.
Upon leaving our quaint lodging experience we arrived in the town Hohoe and traveled another few miles to the Wli falls. We grabbed another interesting accomodation (only a photo can describe this one) and set about on our hike. For the sake of your eyes and my typing fingers, I'll save the hike story for another day. At the end, after the mud, tears, and sweat, we were famished. Here's when we joined the rest of our crew - Bilal and Maryam and a new friend from Australia named Natalie - and dined at the restaurant at their lodge.
We spotted it instantly: Macaroni n Cheese. Insert oooohhhhs and aaahhhhs here. After a week of rice and bread (not that we don't love rice and bread) we couldn't resist the chance to chow down on some good ol Mac N Cheese.
Bring on the Velveeta!
Bring on the Kraft!
Oh no...it was much better than that. It was fresh. It was homemade. The chicken on the side of the road had probably been snapped and de-feathered as we waited. And the best part: the macaroni was baked. Utter perfection. Lightly crispy on top with just the hint of brown from the oven. Amazing. The end.
Our fabulous meal was followed by dessert, bedtime, and then another adventure to the Monkey Sanctuary and home. We'll just stick to the topics in the title for now and save the rest of these details for other posts.... but enjoy some photos as you wait in eager anticipation: